The Red King

[lionhearrt]

Who: Mikoto + Open
What: Ra's Temple exploded, again. (3rd time!)
When: September 20
Where: Ra's Temple
Summary: Izumo is gone. Mikoto didn't take it well. 


a. Amid the rubble lies the god of the sun burning brightly as his namesake. The flames have yet to die down and the black keeps spreading, but it's not blight that mars his skin as Mikoto struggles to get the red aura under control.


b. Mikoto sits amid the rubble looking exhausted as white flames burn brightly from the palm of his hands as the god heals the burn marks.


c. Healing is an exhausting task, if anyone approaches him after he's healed they'll find Mikoto trying to get up and failing. He's about ready to pass out.


d. Wildcard - Go wild. Make up your own scenario. Catch him at anytime before he passes out or after he wakes up! OTA! 

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[sing_for_me]

[Alex ran over as soon she saw the video. Whatever was happening, it wasn’t good. She’s out of breathe by the time she gets there, but it’s easy enough to spot Mikoto. How couldn’t she with how strong the flames blazed. Her eyes focus on the black mass creeping along his skin.]

Mikoto!

[She climbs over the rubble to get to him, stumbling a little on the way until she made it to him.]

What happened..Are you okay?!

[Can he even hear her? If not, she’ll reach out to try and get his attention.]

A

[lionhearrt]

[ Mikoto's condition hasn't changed much. He's managed to get to his feet somehow but he's bent over, hands on his knees as he pants heavily, mouth open as if he can't get enough air. But most disturbingly, black continues to slowly spread across his skin. Those familiar with blight may notice a red glow beneath the black. It's not blight. He's burning from the inside out as the flames blaze wildly around him. They consume him entirely, cutting him off from the world around him, making the godess words fall on deaf ears as the flames block out everything but the world of red trapped inside him.

For the first time in years, the red aura isn't under his control, not completely. Anyone who approaches will feel a heated sting, the flames no longer gentle or warm and will burn anyone who touches them. ]

[sing_for_me]

Tsk!

[Her hand pulls back reflexively from the heat. It was different from the red aura she got to know; it was volatile and erratic. She had never seen him in such a state before, and Alex was at a loss at what to do.

The flames needed to settle, that was for sure. The black on his skin...she would need to figure out later, but for now, there was maybe something she could use to help him calm down.

She’d never used her god power before, not comfortable with the nature of it. If it helped Mikoto now though, she was willing to put her reservations about it aside. She remembered it worked through smell, which helped if she wanted to keep her distance, but she wasn’t sure if the flames would defend him from that. Enough time was wasted already, and Alex didn’t want to prolong this.

Bracing herself, she reaches through the threatening flames to pull him closer, enough that his face was against her shoulder. It stung, hell it burned, but she could handle this much. It was probably nothing compared to what Mikoto was feeling. A sweet but subtle scent will exhude from her skin, and with him this close, it should reach him instantly. Her fingers grip at him tighter, mostly in an attempt to bear the pain.]

1/2

[lionhearrt]

[ Inside him, Mikoto holds a world of red made up of an endless ocean of magma. That magma churns violently inside him now. A crack in its prison was all it needed to surge forward taking up his full attention to keep it from spilling over into the world. The burn marks across his skin are proof of his struggle to keep it at bay. The more the black spreads, the more ground he loses. For years, he's controlled the power yet a moment's weakness has left him barely holding on. He can't think about Izumo right now, or the bond between god and shinki that suddenly snapped leaving him in this condition. He drives it out of his mind, buries the oncoming wave of rage and sorrow before it consumes him and turns him to ash.

Slowly, he begins to pull the flames back inside him. They still burn but the sting of heat diminishes little by little as the black stops spreading. But he still he hasn't noticed her presence, not with the level of concentration he's under as he forces the magma back, inch by inch.]

2/2

[lionhearrt]

[ It's only when Alex's braves the wild flames that Mikoto takes note of the outside world for the first time since he awoke. He doesn't know what's happening or who it is, but the familiar presence stops him from immediately lashing out and soon that sweet smell begins to invade his senses soothing the beast inside. Slowly, strong emotions, rage and sorrow, begin to calm, whittled down by the sweet smell of the goddess. In the outside world, the flames begin to lose their sting as the Red King is willingly subdued, relaxing into the goddess's embrace. ]

[sing_for_me]

[It still hurt, but she could feel the flames dying down till it only prickled at her skin. Her hold stays steady, but her grip loosens slightly. Slowly, she'll lower both of them down to their knees. She won't stop until the flames revert to their usual state. There was something beyond the burning that hurt..something in those flames that held so much pain.]

Mikoto..can you hear me now?

[lionhearrt]

[ This time, when she speaks, her words reach him and gold eyes snap open. When did she-- His mind is suddenly dropped back into the present, trying to make sense of the scene before him. Why was she here?! What happened to the temple?! And then suddenly he remembers.

Izumo!

Mikoto instantly pulls away, away from the goddess, away from what happened, from what he'd done... from... Izumo... Izumo was gone. ]

[sing_for_me]

[Her hands remain on his shoulders when he pulls away, relieved that he seems aware now, but concerned from that expression on his face.]

What's wrong? Are you hurt..?

[That's right, the black matter--she wasn't blighted, so was it something else? She immediately looks him over for.]

[lionhearrt]

[ The more he lets the thoughts run through his mind, the easier it is to understand what happened. He'd been sleeping at the time, his subconscious reacting on its own and... Mikoto doesn't push her away but he also doesn't offer her an explanation. ]

......

[sing_for_me]

[Right...She should know by now that questions about him usually went unanswered.]

...Were you the only one here?

[lionhearrt]

[ This time, when he pulls away, he dislodges her hold on him. ]

Just me.

[sing_for_me]

[That was a relief, considering the state of the temple. She takes hold of his wrist before he pulls away too far.]

Mikoto—what is this..? It’s not blight.

[lionhearrt]

[ His eyes fall down to the black burn marks and again, he pulls away. ]

Doesn't matter.

[ Is all he says as he calls on his cleansing fire, letting the white flame engulf his hand before placing it over the mark to heal it. ]

[sing_for_me]

Of course it matters!

[She saw how he looked in that video, how he reacted. He can’t just brush it off like it was nothing. Judging by how he’s not so alarmed by it, she has a feeling he knows exactly what’s going on.]

Tell me what happened.. please.

[She’s firm and insistent her tone, refusig to take any of his vague responses or attempts at dodging things this time.]

[lionhearrt]

[ He's silent for a long time, but the goddess doesn't seem any less concerned, so when the first burn mark is finally healed he finally speaks up as he moves on to the next. ]

Izumo's gone.

[sing_for_me]

[She actually did expext a typical response from him, but the weight of his words finally sunk in when she connected it to his reaction. It wasn’t difficult to put two and two together. She watched him as he healed his burns, how his expression had changed from all the pain it showed earlier. All this destruction...was that how Mikoto felt?

There were so many questions she wanted to ask—but chances were even Mikoto couldn’t answer. What happened to Izumo? Where was he? How did it happen? But surely it wasn’t as badly as the shinki’s own god wanted to know.]

Mikoto...

[lionhearrt]

[ The white flame keeps burning, draining his stamina with every moment that passes. The black marks are deep rooted having burned from the inside out making each mark difficult to heal. As he moves on to the next mark, he looks a little more tired, a little more drained. ]

[sing_for_me]

[She puts her hand over his to stop him.]

You’ll pass out if you keep going...

[lionhearrt]

[ The action has his hand stopping as gold eyes look up at her, but the flame never wavers. ]

That's the point.

[ He pulls away from her hold and keeps healing. If he used enough of the flame, then he'd pass out for days. He wouldn't need to think about Izumo's absence then, wouldn't have to worry about losing control again. He'd be free of this... this... rage building up inside. ]

[sing_for_me]

[She takes his hand away again.]

Mikoto, don’t..

[lionhearrt]

Let go.

[sing_for_me]

[There’s a split second where feels obliged to do as she’s told, but she fights off that response.]

No.

[lionhearrt]

[ Instead of responding, the white flames roar back to life this time spreading up his arms and down his chest running across his form engulfing him completely just like his red flames so often did.

But there was no pressure here, no destructive force, only a gentle soothing that ran across her skin, healing, cleansing, where she touched him. ]

[sing_for_me]

[ She was taken aback by the sudden surge of his white flames, feeling the more gentler version of his flames heal the minor burns on her hand. This was making things worse for him though.]

Don’t—

[ But since when did words ever work with him? Her grip on his hand tightened, yanking him hard towards her as she slams her forehead against his.]

Stop running away!

[lionhearrt]

[ The hit is enough to capture his attention and make him look at her, really look at her. He takes note of the burns she suffered because of him and understands what she braved to pull him back to reality. What he'd done. She might not have been one of his clansmen but in that moment she was just as good as one. The flames start pulling back, disappearing from his skin only to extend further onto her skin until he engulfed her completely in the white flames, healing every burn mark he'd left on her. ]